Adios, Sr. Ross
SierSierra Sierra lost one of its most fearless and colorful contributors yesterday when John Ross died of liver cancer in his beloved Michoacan, Mexico. An "investigative poet" and indefatigable journalist, Ross contributed to the magazine in the 1990s with tales of the social and environmental cost to Mexico and Mexicans of a changing international order: NAFTA's opening of the country to U.S. timber giants, the threat posed by genetic engineering to the humble tortilla, and the environmental heroes who stood up for Mexico's disappearing forests. He was also a character of the first order. Here his old friend Frank Bardacke lays out the "bare bones" of his remarkable biography:
Born to show business Communists in New York City in 1938, he had minded Billie Holliday’s dog, sold dope to Dizzy Gillespie, and vigiled at the hour of the Rosenberg execution, all before he was sixteen years old. An aspiring beat poet, driven by D.H. Lawrence’s images of Mexico, he arrived at the Tarascan highlands of Michoacan at the age of twenty, returning to the U.S. six years later in 1964, there to be thrown in the Federal Penitentiary at San Pedro, for refusing induction into the army.
John took the radical admonition to "speak truth to power" quite literally. He suffered serious beatings--from police, bodyguards of the rich and powerful, Israeli settlers--with sadly predictable regularity, leaving him with a bad back and not very many teeth. Bardacke recounts an incident where Ross was beaten by the bodyguards of Mexico's "poet-potentate" Octavio Paz in the Mexico City airport; I thought it was by the bodyguards of former president Lopez Portillo in Morelia, but it could very well have been both. For Ross, speaking out against injustice was instinctual, no matter what the personal cost. Adios, amigo.
--Paul Rauber
Photo by Joe Bloom.
